Supposing the Mind – Day 11.4.2018 NaPoWriMo

Snail

 

Supposing the Mind

 

Which will have remained the same.

 

Marginalia of the mind: a snail’s pace.

 

My mind the next cloud that floats by.

 

Two clouds at the same time, my mind for the moment.

 

Wings for my mind. This is my future.

 

My mind is the old pond seeking haiku.

 

Light shaft, you are the rail train of my mind

thundering on to the next station at first light of day.

 

Campfire and adventures, ancient oratory

stored for the mind’s re-interpretations.

 

Mind, I retrieve you from the bottom

of the clothes basket, just when you felt cosy.

 

Clothesline: what have I pegged my mind to.

 

A fold of the mind, laying my thoughts aside.

 

Skull, meet mind. Too many weird

ornaments in the garden of the mind.

 

Tree rings, the long life of the mind.

 

A haystack of a mind. A message for horses

and suddenly my mind has made a unicorn

of this.

 

A box of raisins, the mind reveals itself

in fragments of fruit. A wedge of orange

does not make of itself a whole thought.

 

Drawstring of the mind; but the mind

they say, never sleeps.

 

That, I allow, is the future of my mind.

 

Benita Kape © 11.4.2018

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Day Eleven

Our (optional, as always) prompt for the day is taken from one of the prompts that Kwoya Fagin Maples suggests in here interview: a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union” address?”

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Archetiture of a City

 

Horses out H.B. Memorial Lib. July 2014

Architecture of a City

 

One horse is what you need for a town,

two for a city.

Under a tree, in front of the (recently old) library,

two horses, McDonald’s out of view (on the left).

You can see the Architecture of this building

was reasonably modern.

A stain-glass window on the upper level, depicting

the rising sun (we’re the city nearest the meridian).

There was much controversy surrounding

this window. And now the building

has been demolished, (not because of the window):

they said it will be reinstalled in the library rebuilt

over the past year. And rebuilt – our Memorial Hall

and the Council buildings this year. At what expense

but readily funded. The tree that stood in front of the

old library building has gone, the horses

haven’t been seen outside McDonald’s in

quite a long time and the new library entry now

embraces all this space. Oh, yes we have grown.

But some things don’t change; children voices

ringing in new and old places. The horses won’t

be too far from the city, perhaps on the beach.

It’s the best of both worlds, Tairawhiti: “the tides

that are shone on. The tides of time, the tides of

our shoreline, renewed and renewing our city.

 

Benita  Kape © 11.4.2018

Tairawhiti  usually known as Gisborne (NZ)

The new library building is due to open later this month. I can’t get the video to open here but if you go to this face book page and scroll down just a little you will hear this lovely education session with the children. It has the words Matariki, 2017 on it.

https://www.facebook.com/GisborneLibrary/

And here the link to the prompt which brought this poem into being.

Poetics: Urban Renewal

 

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